His Beloved Treasure

But he had come all that distance to merely glance at her and leave, Qin Mu’s heart quickly ceased its struggle, for this love was already enough.

She still dared not ask for more and turned her head to go back to the hospital, where Helian Hao was on duty. Seeing the redness around her eyes, she couldn’t help but ask, ”What’s the matter? Can’t bear to part?”

”As if you know so much!”

Qin Mu slightly lifted her gaze, saying softly and smiling at her.

”My oh my, both your kids are so grown and yet you’re so clingy. Do you know that makes me jealous?”

Helian Hao got up from her chair, stood beside her, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

In the vast office, it was just the two of them leaning against the desk, and somehow, they both lowered their heads.

Love is gentle, yet heavy.

To accept it meant knowing you could enjoy the warmth of a bosom, but also withstand the oppression that this warmth brought.

Qin Mu later sighed helplessly, ”I need to go back; Huanhuan is waiting to finish dinner with me.”

”Alright! Don’t worry about your master; I’m on duty tonight and will go keep him company.”

Helian Hao winked at her.

Qin Mu shook her head helplessly: Aren’t you afraid Jing Feng will get jealous when he finds out?

”He’s not that petty!”

Helian Hao remarked and let out a sigh after Qin Mu left, seeing Jing Feng as a man who actually knew how to distinguish things clearly in her eyes.

As Qin Mu drove alone on the way back, the scenic trees in the city were still green. Passing by that stretch of green road, she felt as if she didn’t know what time she was in, until she reached a desolate place.

It was like traveling through two seasons, and though her eyes held a hint of melancholy, they were more composed; no matter how many thoughts filled her mind, her resolve would not easily change.

The car slowly entered the Mu Family’s mansion, and Huanhuan, hearing the sound of the car, ran out from the living room.

Qin Mu parked the car and walked back, only to see Huanhuan run outside before long, her voice still babyish as she called out, ”Mommy...”

It was a habit formed when she was a bit smaller, seemingly hard to break, but Qin Mu felt that Huanhuan calling her ”Mommy” was particularly heartwarming.

Once, they had lived abroad together—was that wandering?

Or is it wandering now?

No! How could it be wandering now? Huanhuan’s father, mother, grandparents, and all her blood relatives were here.

A leaf drifted slowly from the sky; mother and daughter inevitably both looked up, their eyes following the frost-touched leaf as it gently landed on the ground.

Then they both looked down again, following the leaf to the ground.

Huanhuan let go of her mother, walked over to pick up the leaf, and turned her pretty small hand holding the leaf towards her mother.

Qin Mu didn’t know what Huanhuan was thinking, but seeing Huanhuan looking somewhat sad, she got up and went over to pick her up, saying, ”Let’s go inside!”

”Okay! Mommy! Is it dead?”

Huanhuan’s voice was still not quite coherent, and her words were blunt, striking a different chord in Qin Mu’s heart.

”No, next year, it will turn green again, just like in the summer.”

”Oh!”

Huanhuan agreed, but her eyes stayed on the leaf in her hand.

Qin Mu, seeing Huanhuan’s expression, always felt that Huanhuan didn’t quite believe what she said and seemed a bit conflicted.

”Mom, I’m back!”

”Hmm!”

Feng Fanghua was drinking tea, and she hummed in response to seeing her come in with Huanhuan in her arms.

”This little girl can’t stand the sound of a car anymore; she’s bound to run out to see.”

Feng Fanghua spoke to Qin Mu while interacting with her granddaughter’s gaze.

Qin Mu smiled and walked over to place Huanhuan on the sofa, sitting down beside her.

She remembered when she was a child; she used to rush outside whenever she heard a car, sure that it was her beloved father coming home from work. She recalled that sometimes, when her father went to his job, she would even run behind the car, crying pitifully.

In the blink of an eye, things have changed but people remain the same.

”How is your master doing?”

Feng Fanghua asked again as she picked up her tea.

”He’s going to Paris tomorrow; the doctor he had an appointment with has already returned.”

”Oh! That’s good. He’s a true scholar, and heaven will surely take pity on him; he won’t come to harm.”

Feng Fanghua comforted.

Qin Mu nodded her head.

”There’s a charity dinner on Saturday; come with me, bring Huanhuan along. It’ll be just the three of us women.”

Feng Fanghua spoke again, considering her to be sensible.

”A charity dinner?”

”Yes! In the past, it was always your father who accompanied me, but now that I have you, he was never keen on attending such events anyway. It’s mostly women, so you’re the most suitable person to go with me.”